Feeling Womanhood Deeply

The trick is to enjoy it to its fullest extent and care not whether you get noticed for doing it. Sometimes the people you think are watching you aren’t really watching you at all. If that’s true think of all the wondrous time of strutting and sashaying you could have enjoyed had, you not been paranoid. I love to drive in my car from my Regina pose and use my hands in the most delicate manner when I’m driving. Whenever I can go into my Regina strut that lets me concentrate on my blind vagina and cradle it to catch the swing of my hips. I like to think that the skin surrounding my penis and testicles is the inside of my pussy that dropped when my sex was being formed.
My penis is merely a handicap. I could just as easily have been born cripple blind or with missing limbs. However, in my case my pussy over developed and my clitoris grew abnormally and became a penis. My ovaries extended from my insides and became testicles. At the same time, I developed a prostate gland. All because my pussy over developed and overshot its sexual destination, leaving me in a select circle of hell. My soft woman’s body, big tits and shapely legs have been destined to be stuck with a penis and swinging balls between my thighs where a soft delicate juicy gash should be.
Somehow even in spite of all this chaos that surrounds this phenomenon girls like me never lose the lure and the urge to be that soft sweet bitch on every occasion. My substitute cunt gives me much pleasure. I’m sure that the emotions that I feel with anal sex more than makes up for being stuck with that small ugly penis. We gurls are addicts who crave femininity and the only fix is portraying ourselves as women. That soft side of us is more addictive than any drug, and there is no rehab available, nor would I seek a cure.
I get highly emotional and out of my mind with lust when I bury and nestle a hot hard cock deep inside me. Diana Ross summed it up when she utters the phrase “I don’t want no cure for this.” There’s something about being a She that propels me to a euphoric state of numbness and joy.